Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.